For a moment Jane relented; it was terrible to see this reserved and self-reliant man thus weeping openly, and she knew that the passion must be mighty which would bring him to this pass.

In her heart, indeed, she had never loved him better than at this moment; she loved him even for his brutal attempt to vaccinate her by force, because she understood what instigated the brutality.

But then she remembered the insult--she to be seized like a naughty child who will not take its dose, and in the presence of another woman.

And, so remembering, she hardened her heart and passed out of his sight towards the gateways of the grave.
At that time Jane said nothing of her adventure to me, though afterwards I learned every detail of it from her and Mrs.Smith.She did not even tell me that she had visited the Smiths' cottage until one morning, about eight days afterwards, when some blundering servant informed us at breakfast that the baby Smith was dead of the smallpox in the hospital, and that the other child was dangerously ill.

I was shocked beyond measure, for this brought the thing home, the people lived almost at my gates.